Searching Among The Fevers Poem by Genc Kastrati

I'm searching among the fevers
Hidden behind the stones in the streets
In murals of your life you sleep
In my polemicist searching
In seasons of times nomad
You became an empty symphony
Your voice is stuck in the guitar strings
Torn in the strings of love
Cobbled in a cry of the heart
I'm searching among the fevers to kill
This body shivering tells me
While you swing in your shoes
In traces killed as a hostage,
People around laughing
Their eyes run away in love
While I, the world of my nomad fate
Shy about the fevers for you
Contemplate around your one sign
The Trains full start in a joy journey
Along with the van carrying loves
My own self asks - how can I find you
I undo the noise of them
Please, appear just for a second
To the surprise of my fate
My Love, be the sweet case
And kill my searching lovely.